Epilogue
“Merrrr...iiiick. Time to wakey, wakey. You’ve been a bad, bad boy, and you’re going to tell me all about it.”
The warlock lifted his head and came awake to his worst nightmare.
He knew who the Pixie was and what ancient magic she wielded, but he also knew his master would kill him if he revealed anything.
“I...I don’t know anything. My rank is low—just a servant.”
He tested the restraints on his hands and legs, realizing he was flat on some sort of surface, completely unable to escape. The deceptively small creature paced around him, an untamed look in her eyes. He’d never been more scared in his long, immortal life.
“You see, I don’t believe that. I know you have some information. Where’s Councilman Henry?”
“You’ve got to believe me. I...I...really...don’t know.”
She tap
